Painting A Picture

Painting a picture in my head.
Down with me, I drag a flashlight, and some literature.
Snuggling under the covers of my bed,
painting a picture.


As I read, I drift off to a place that cannot be said.
I envision a universe where everything is made of texture.
There are bunnies jumping out of trees that are dead.


I met a man who's spirit was mature.
He piled love and, all else he had at my head.
I decided to accept his love, and nurture.
Painting a picture.